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Johnny Booth - Asymmetrical [Official Audio]

"Asymmetrical" by Johnny Booth from the album 'Firsthand Accounts' available on 3/22/19. Pre-orders now available at: https://johnnybooth.bigcartel.com Recorded/Mixed/Mastered at: Westfall Recording Company Facebook:   / johnnyboothmusic   Instagram:   / johnnyboothny   Twitter:   / johnnyboothny   Lyrics I said the answers are written on my throat And when the radiation and rubber bullets have killed Any symptom of the sickness I call hope (There has to be a better way) We gave it all away, we gave it all Another breath, another patient Another book to sink us all (To sink us all) We’re made of broken people Locked up in our own thoughts We, We came up Empty handed, week after week We, We came up Empty handed, weak after weak How can this stress even carve out When death hangs his head to our bones A true sense of doubt Inside of the rib cage where leaders protect bank accounts Traces of a new republic Traces of a new republic by my own hands We are all shells of a mountain, but we’re not ready We are all shells of a mountain, but we’re not ready to be Asymmetrical So we walked past the stones, right beneath the reservation Just to find our descent on our own I said the answers are written on my throat And when the radiation and rubber bullets have killed Any symptom of the sickness I call hope And when we buried all the scraps and the parts I’ll come to terms with what we have lost I admit I admit I admit it We are the parts that make up the cause She’s so calm and so collected with the people she’s selected She bows with perfect posture as she sees the world reflected With my fingers now connected to the spine with punctuation We drown the veins devoid to define emancipation The atmosphere’s collapsing on the words of lost distinction The reason for harsh actions and the plot for our distraction What were we thinking of When we cast a vote just to hang our own selves As we cringe and watch our leaders All the whispers drain from their eyes But it’s all, it’s all wrong When you drag us to the bottom We won’t be symmetrical We won’t be symmetrical